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I still can’t believe it

When I say it I don’t mean it.

Sometimes I even dream it

I can’t believe that I got out

I look back yeah,

I got out alive.

I got to big blue skies

Removed the sadness from my eyes

Now a scar on my knee

From when on the floor you dragged me

Is the only battle scar

I hold my head up high these days

I say my prayers out loud these days

And I never look behind these days.

I am a survivor, not a victim.